Sunday, July 25

Band of Horses - I Go to the Barn Because I Like The

The mess you wear with pride

Friday, July 23

Canada blog part 2

So we're celebrating one week in Canada by staying in and having Coronas (that were on sale, 18 dollars for 12, which is equivalent to 110 norwegian kroner.) As if that is not reason enough to celebrate, we've had all sorts of events happen the last week. First of all, we've been huge on walking, which is a good sign for us. Or at least for me, Miss Lazy.
Anyway, not only is the weather fantastic, even though it's actually raining quite a bit, but we've signed the lease for our new place already. As it turns out, we did not decide to stay at La Cité, but moved on the greener pastures. Or at least, that's what we tell ourselves. Our new place is located at Club Sommet, and so far it looks great. We'll get back to how it actually turn out the moment we know ourselves.
After we signed the lease, we decided to go for a walk (!!) and ended up walking up Mont Royale. It was absolutely beautiful, and if I hadn't left my phone-cable back in a box in Norway, I'd post pictures of the view. We saw the entire city from up there, and I am still proud I managed to walk up all those stairs and not even feel it one bit after on.
Latest news; Today we drove to the States. Yes, I've now been to the United States of America.

Well, I've crossed the border, done a u-turn and gone back. We got to see the country side of Canada though, and we tried out the cuisine of the roads. Grilled cheese sandwich. Boy, was it ever tasty.
Other than that, we're still planning on doing our laundry one of these days. When we do, I'll totally write all about it.
No, seriously, we've tried the launderette in the basement and it shrunk all our clothes. I can't wait to do it again!
This weekend is going to be pretty uneventful, but on Monday...wait for it! We're getting a bank account!
So exciting. The formalities of new countries are great to blog about, surely!
By the way, if you ever go to Montreal, be sure to visit The Keg downtown. Fantastic food, great atmosphere, all in all a good night out.
We went to see Interception as well, with huge expectations, and all though it wasn't the greatest movie I've ever seen, it was well worth a visit to the Cinema for sure.
That's it for this week in Montreal, if I ever find wifi for more than a couple of minutes at a time, I'll try posting some boring pictures of what we've done as well!
Good night peoples. <3

Thursday, July 22

Wednesday, July 21

Mew - 156

You can run away

Sunday, July 18

Canada blog part 1

Greetings from Montreal, Canada.
I made it over here a couple of days ago, and I thought I'd share a few pleasures and pains about it, really. 
First of all, who could imagine it would be so easy to bring cats to Canada. If you were wondering, btw. It's very easy.
Paperwork, fine. I mean, we did prepare well. But for all I know, they didn't even look twice at it. Or once. Whatever.
Thing is. We delivered the cats and papers at the airport in Norway. So far, so good. They had no security questions what so ever. Oh, unless; "Are they babies?" counts as a security question. In which case. Good job, Gardermoen.
Then we hopped on the plane, and two hours later, we arrived in Amsterdam, and went off the stupid stairs to the ground to get off. But then, as we got off, I suddenly spotted the cats (or guys carrying the cats out of the hold) and I was determined to see them. Amazingly enough, I got to. Rakel asked to see them, and these really sweet guys carried them over and they looked completely retarded. (The cats by the way, not the guys). I mean, one was going MEOW!!! and the other looked sort of paralyzed, drooling with huge staring eyes.
At least I got to see them, right?
And then I got to think: Oh my God, I am putting them through another 8 hours of this crap. Poor cats.
Anyway. 8 hours later. We arrive at the airport, and I go straight to the KLM counter to ask where the cats are, because a friend of mine told me cats were transported a bit away from the airport and i had to pick them up there.
Apparently that was not the case this time. The woman went: Yeah, they should be delivered to you by the baggage claims.
We went there, of course, and what do you know, someone abandoned our cats right there, in the middle of the airport, just sitting there. I am so glad we didn't buy expensive cats with nice DNA now. Bastards ftw!
This was after passport control, by the way, which we were sure we would fail as we do not really have all our paperwork and also, we have return tickets 77 days from now. Yeah. "Vacation". Still feels like vacation, though, so I guess we're not liars.
Anyway, after that we arrived at La Cité, our current apartment, which is actually pretty great and we might want to stay here for a while. The cats did not only survive, but they are as I am writing, being so calm I could swear they're dead. (Honestly, I've checked. Don't worry, they ARE alive.)

Tonight, we went to see our very first Roller Derby game. And we've been obsessing about Roller Derby for a while now, seriously. And let me tell you something. It was for good reason!!
Roller Derby is the best sport there is. Ever. I will post pictures shortly, I swear.
But all in all, Montreal is pretty great so far. And I will keep doing my Canada blogs which no one reads, just for fun.
Good night all! We will be typing soon!

Saturday, July 10

Lets be friends!

Facebook friendships are retarded. When did friendships on Facebook become the official form of friendships in general. If someone deletes you as a friend from a page filled with one-click buttons, it's just over. Forever.
This is not a rage-post because someone deleted me as a friend, all though it might seem like it. Many a friend has probably deleted me from their lists, and I can't care less, I probably didn't even notice. In fact, I never have noticed, beside that one time where someone told me about the deletion. I deleted a friend.
Only because it was too annoying watching their status-updates, and I was pulling my hair out wondering if there wasn't anything I could do about that. And then I realized, you know, it's a fucking internet-page. I can do whatever I want to. It's not that official.
But apparently, I was wrong. It is. It's the new statement. Deletion from Facebook is damn serious these days.
You're not playing games anymore if you do. People get offended. You're being childish.
Who cares about Facebook? How many of the 300-1500 friends you have on there do you actually see from time to time? 30? Probably. Unless you're unemployed and seriously social. Good for you.
/rant over.

Thursday, July 8